Thursday, July 15, 2021

"Bunny Slope"

When I’m writing a poem,
there’s less and less of it.

As I approach the mountains,
they vanish behind a gentle hill,
behind the bunny slope.

And once I’m standing with them
face to face,
they take away my speech.

The very best poem 
finishes half way


Translated by Antonia Lloyd-Jones

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